"That I, with body and soul, both in life and death, am not my own"
One of the sweetest reliefs of the Christian life is the relief of knowing I'm not my own. As a new father, I would go into my son's room and make sure he was breathing. Occasionally I still make the trip. I put my hand on his chest just to feel the breath entering and leaving his lungs. If I believed his body and soul belonged to me, I'd just sleep in there, doing everything I could to make sure he was okay. This prayer keeps me sane, "Father, I know he is yours."
He's still under the impression I'm in control. A few nights ago he asked me to make sure the power wouldn't go out. We talked about Jesus and the storm and how he is in control of the power. I told him the power might go out, but Jesus will keep us safe. I'm thankful to know I'm not my own. I'm thankful to know I don't have to keep the power on or quiet the thunder.
"That I, with body"
And he cares about my body. One of the main differences between Christianity and other religions is our God became a man. Our bodies are good. We'll spend eternity in them. He cares about our health and well-being. He has promised he would feed us like the birds of the air and clothe us like the flowers of the field. We belong to him and he takes care of his own.
I'd love to read some of what inspires you. Feel free to comment.
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